Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from South Sudan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Pere Ubu to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Radio Birdman,
The Offenders,
Banda Bassotti,
Andrew Hill,
D'Angelo,
L. Decosne,
Peter and Kerry,
Fatback Band,
Simply Red,
The Fall,
Monolake,
Max Romeo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Anakelly,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Womack,
Subhumans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kas Product,
Ultra Naté,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fad Gadget,
Bronski Beat,
Cecil Taylor,
Agitation Free,
The United States of America,
Public Enemy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Skaos,
The Buckinghams,
Theoretical Girls,
The Blues Magoos,
The Alarm Clocks,
Parry Music,
Leonard Cohen,
Alton Ellis,
Flipper,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Shoche,
Kenny Larkin,
Cheater Slicks,
Tom Boy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Pus,
Rekid,
Amon Düül,
Niagra,
Icehouse,
DNA,
R.M.O.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eddi Front,
Big Daddy Kane,
EPMD,
Harmonia,
The Remains,
The Stooges,
Tommy Roe,
Suicide,
Livin' Joy,
Bob Dylan,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.